This would be the world we would inhabit for the time. And so holiday celebrations would toast on a different tenor. The time of reflection would be imposed, a kind of reset from an external force. (more…)
Colette Pomerleau is an artist floating between the west coast, USA and Europe, with an unhealthy attraction to photograph landscapes that communicate loneliness and decay. Without camera in hand, she’s usually making lists for unnecessary tasks and collecting velvet for future cults.